Full Exposure(30)
Author: Tracy Wolff

“You need to get some patience,” she murmured in between delicate licks. “I want to play a little first.”

She covered his abdomen with little nips, her tongue soothing the sting away almost before he could feel it. His hold on her hair was getting tighter and tighter, his muscles tenser than she’d ever felt them. For a brief moment she wondered if she should give in and take him in her mouth like they both wanted. Then she thought of all the pleasure he got from tormenting her and slowed her meandering pace to his c*ck even more. Let him suffer—he deserved it.

She was killing him, the hot silk of her mouth touching any and everywhere but the place he needed it most. His body arched toward her of its own accord, his c*ck begging for her lips, her tongue, her hot and hungry little mouth.

But Serena merely laughed and brushed a cool, soft cheek against the length of him before continuing on her journey down his body. She nibbled at his inner thighs, ran her lips and tongue over his balls, dug her fingers into his ass as she drew him closer and closer to her questing mouth.

His heart was pounding. His c*ck was throbbing. His lungs were bellowing in and out as he tried desperately to get enough air. His balls had pulled up so tightly that for a moment he thought he would explode, his cum shooting all over her before she’d so much as touched the tip of her tongue to his erection. The humiliation would—almost—be more than he could bear, but the relief, the sweet relief of it almost made it worthwhile.

He opened his mouth—to demand, to protest, to beg that she finish it—but before he could get a word out, she’d leaned forward and slipped his long erection between her br**sts. Her elbows pressed tightly against her sides so that the warm, wet pressure of her br**sts drove him so close to the brink that ecstasy turned the edges of his world black.

“Fuuuuuuck.” He couldn’t stop the word any more than he could stop his hands from clenching furiously in her hair as she began to lift and lower her upper body in a rhythm guaranteed to make him even crazier. “Cher, bebe, mon coeur—” The words poured out of him with no premeditation—she’d taken him so close to insanity that no part of his body was within his control. His brain, his mouth, his unruly cock—she’d taken them all over. In return, she gave him the most incredible pleasure of his life.

Electricity coursed down his spine, lighting him up as the softness of her br**sts continued to envelop him. And when she lowered her mouth and took the head of his c*ck in her mouth, he couldn’t stop the hoarse shout that echoed through the bathroom and beyond.

He arched into the warm wetness of her mouth, helpless to do anything else. Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing would ever feel this good again. He thrust furiously against her, driving his c*ck deeper and deeper into her mouth. He struggled for control, fought to keep from thrusting his c*ck all the way down her throat—but as her throat closed tightly around him for the first time, it was impossible. With a shout, he slipped the reins of his control and let himself go. He strained against her, trying to get closer, dying for her to take every part of him inside this most vulnerable part of her.

Again and again he thrust, his cum boiling up hot and uncontrollable. His fists clenched in her hair spasmodically and for a minute he feared hurting her. But then she moaned deep in her throat, let her tongue tickle the sensitive spot at the base of his head. The world went black and he came apart in her arms.

His orgasm was a violent explosion—it took over his senses, his body, his brain—until the world no longer existed. Until nothing existed but him and her and the incredible fire that burned between them.

The ecstasy consumed him, took him under, enveloped him until he was shuddering over and over again, his hands twisting in her hair as he anchored her wild, wet mouth to him. And still she took him, swallowed his cum, continued to suck him until he was longer and harder than before.

“Enough!” His voice was low, guttural—but it was the best he could do as need rode him hard. He tugged on her hair until she reluctantly released him with a last, lazy curl of her tongue. His eyes nearly crossed as he yanked her to her feet, and with one, smooth motion he turned her until her br**sts and stomach and pubic hair were pressed against the glass walls of the shower.

His fingers settled on her outer thighs—wrenched them apart—and then he was thrusting himself balls-deep inside of her. Her body was slick and welcoming and so f**king hot he nearly came with his first thrust. And then she screamed, bucking wildly against him as her muscles clenched around his shaft. He gritted his teeth against the urgent need to orgasm—he wanted to hear her scream again and again. Needed to hear her call his name with a desperation that would have bothered him if he wasn’t so far gone.

“Take me deeper,” he growled right before his teeth closed on the delicate lobe of her ear. “Take me all the way.”

She pushed back against him, her ass tilting up so he could indeed go deeper. Pound harder. Fuck more and more wildly.

“Kevin!” Serena whimpered before she could stop herself, but it felt like he was ripping her apart. Going at her so hard and deep that she swore she could feel him all the way to her womb.

A part of her wanted to protest—it was too much, too intense, too frightening. But the pleasure was insidious, washing over her in all-consuming waves as he shoved his c*ck inside of her again and again. She could feel her muscles tightening—protesting his unrelenting invasion—and the pressure only made the pleasure better.

And when he slipped a hand down the curve of her ass, his thumb pressing inside her anus with one, unapologetic thrust, she came in one unbelievable rush. The contractions started deep inside—so deep that they were almost painful. And then they spread, rippling out a little more with each second that passed. Spreading through her womb to her p**sy. Taking over her stomach and her br**sts, her n**ples throbbing against the cool, clear shower glass.

Until all she could think about was the pleasure. Until all she could do was feel. Absorb. Scream, as Kevin continued to thrust inside of her, stoking the fire, making her orgasm so intense she feared for her consciousness.

And then, just when she thought she could hold on to her sanity, he rocked the very foundations of her soul. His mouth closed over the spot at the juncture of her neck and shoulder at the same time he hit her G-spot with a twist of his h*ps and sent her soaring again.

And again. One long orgasm after another until she was pleading for relief, begging him to stop and to continue. Pleading with him to do something—anything—as sobs racked her body. As pleasure thundered through her. As her heart and her p**sy and every nerve ending in her body wept for relief.

The ecstasy had spun out of control—her body was out of her control—and there was nothing she could do about it. In those moments Kevin owned her—body and soul. She would have died for him, would have given him anything he asked for, given up anything he demanded.

The knowledge should have chilled her blood—and it was terrifying—but the soul-searing delight of belonging to Kevin overshadowed everything else for the moment. The powerful pleasure he gave her burned away any and all of her misgivings until all that she feared—all that she was—was laid bare for Kevin and his unrelenting, insatiable cock.

She knew the minute he sensed her surrender, felt it in the powerful surge of electricity that arced from him to her and back again. And then his hands were on her hips—bruising her, branding her—as he pushed her forward and slammed her back against his thrusting shaft.

Another orgasm ripped through her. “No more, Kevin. Please, no more.” She was whimpering, begging and she didn’t care. All she cared about was ending the insane, never-ending pleasure before she burned up from the inside out.

Clenching the muscles of her p**sy tightly around Kevin’s cock, she reached back and grabbed his ass. She caught him off guard and as she slammed him into her, he bellowed in shock and surprise and pleasure. And then he was flooding her, his cum jetting into her with each thrust of his hips.

Marking her. Claiming her. Filling her to overflowing.

As the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed, she came back to earth with a thud. And struggled, silently, against the panic suddenly clawing at her throat.

* * *

Hours later, she was still fighting the panic as she counted the number of stripes on Kevin’s bedroom wallpaper for the fourteenth time.

Even after Kevin’s wild and steamy lovemaking by the side of the road earlier and his out-of-control attentions in the shower, she couldn’t sleep. Her body was exhausted, completely wrung out by the events of the past weeks and Kevin’s insatiable lust. But her mind couldn’t settle. Images of Sandra and Damien chased themselves around in her head, while thoughts of Kevin and his unspoken demands trailed directly behind.

What was she going to do? Please, God, what could she do? Part of her really believed that it was Damien doing these things—the scorpion in her camera bag, the car, even the accident in San Diego. Not to mention the crank calls. They, in particular, had his sick and demented fingerprints all over them. But she didn’t want it to be so, didn’t want him in her head again. She couldn’t stand even the idea that he’d gotten close enough to her to do those things and she hadn’t had a clue.

Because she hadn’t wanted to think about it, hadn’t wanted to know. After Sandra’s death, she’d become an expert at burying her head in the sand and ignoring anything she didn’t want to see. It was a habit Kevin steadfastly refused to put up with as he pushed her to face reality the way it was, not how she wanted to see it. Which was just one more reason she was studying herself in the mirror above Kevin’s bed instead of sleeping.

With a sigh, she rolled out of bed, careful not to disturb Kevin. The light from the nearly full moon shone in through the window, lending support to the night light he’d installed in the hall the night he’d found out she was afraid of the dark. She looked down at him, smoothed his wild mane of hair back from his face in the same tender gesture he usually used on her.

He really was a beautiful man—even more so on the inside, which surprised her. She’d come here prepared to dislike him, expecting to do her job as quickly as possible and then get out.

Instead, she’d dragged it on. Even though she had enough quality photos to fill at least three books about him, here she was, preparing to take more. For two reasons, really.

One, because she hadn’t gotten the perfect shot of Kevin yet. That first night she’d come close when she’d captured the art-god side of him. But she hadn’t gotten the human side yet—the one who laughed and cried. The one who yelled at anyone who entered his domain, yet anonymously gave money and food to the poor people of the bayou. The one who had always fought for everything he wanted, yet held her tenderly when she denied him what he wanted most. That was the Kevin that she wanted to capture on film. That was the Kevin she wanted the world to see.

The other reason she was still here was because she couldn’t bear to leave him yet. She knew the end was coming, knew that it had to arrive sooner rather than later. Eventually even Kevin would get tired of the baggage and neuroses she wore like a badge of honor.

But not yet. She wasn’t ready to say good-bye yet. That, more than anything else was what had had her lying awake tonight, staring at her own reflection in the mirror long after most sane people were asleep. That was the situation making her increasingly uneasy as her time with Kevin slowly turned from days into weeks.

She knew it wasn’t fair to him. He loved her and she didn’t know how to love. How to be a lover. Not anymore. Too much of her was frozen behind the shell she’d formed after Sandra died—so much of her, in fact, that she wondered if there’d be anything left if she let Kevin melt it as he was so desperate to do.

Pulling the sheet up, she smoothed it over his glorious body and let her fingers linger for just a moment over that beautiful heart of his. She didn’t know what to do about him. About them. Like everything else in her life these days, her relationship with Kevin had spun wildly out of her control. This afternoon, as he’d made wild, glorious love to her, the death grip she kept on her emotions had loosened and for the first time in a decade, she’d feared for her heart.

Afterward, when he’d taken her excuses and her cowardice in stride—when he’d loved her anyway—she’d known that her heart was no longer her own.

She loved him. Wasn’t just infatuated with him. Didn’t just like him. She really, truly loved him. She loved Kevin Riley and all of the crazy pieces that made him who he was.

Serena tried the words on for size, imagined herself saying them to Kevin. Imagined his tender smile and the way he held her like she was the most fragile thing in the world. As she did, panic—chilling in its intensity—skated up her spine to grab her by the throat.

She wasn’t ready for this. Kevin had pushed past her barriers, bulldozed over the control that kept her separate from the rest of the world. For the first time in a long, long time she felt vulnerable. Raw. Her emotions on display for the whole world to see. To say it was terrifying was understatement in the extreme.